Ah, John Dean. I remember when he was a Republican, shopped at Brooks Brothers and told President Nixon that there was a cancer on the Presidency during the Watergate fiasco. Of course, today he's a liberal Democrat and serves as an expert on impeachable offenses for the talking heads and select members of his party's Politburo. But it was a nice turn of phrase.
Today there is a cancer growing in America and it's called terrorism. And it's practiced by professionally trained and highly motivated killers, all bent on the destruction of not just the United States, but of Western culture. And by this I mean the gamut, from representative government to Coca-Cola, from libraries to freedom of assembly, from Volkswagens to Lil' Debbie snack cakes - everything we hold dear.
But we all seem to want do is to treat all and sundry symptoms. We holler at each other about racism, but racism, no matter how ugly, will not kill millions as will a suitcase nuke dropped in a midtown Manhattan bistro by an Islamist delivery man, or the effective mass delivery of anthrax, Ebola Zaire or Smallpox. We gripe about the ACLU's war on Christianity, but this skimpy little skirmish pales in comparison to what kind of routine we can expect in a 12th century Muslim theocracy administered by the likes of a Osama bin-Laden or one of his happy go lucky rifle wielding henchmen with a penchant for shooting folks at halftime at the local soccer stadium. We cry about the outlandish cost of ATM fees and besiege Congress to lower these userous fees, but hardly anyone cares to examine the cost of the war on terror and the dangers of budget cuts.
And why are we wedded to the small stuff? Because it's easy and requires no heavy lifting. Because it's easier on the pocketbook. Because it means that nobody has to sacrifice anything. Because it means nothing. Heaven forbid that we, like millions did between 1942 and 1945, would have to save our fats, our scrap and old tires, drill for more oil in the US, erect a refinery, or God forbid, ration our gasoline.
I guess it's easy for an enemy to be slightly confused about the will of a country you're fighting who goes into battle without making any sacrifices while you are sitting in a cave, plotting your strategy and sending messages and videos by runner. And it's also easy for us to belittle an enemy who operates on such a limited scale, fighting in an asymmetrical style of warfare, using low tech weapons with such a high degree of success, defined as some new brand of freedom loving peasants driven into battle by US incursions into their homelands.
But what the Democrats and the liberal press utterly fail to grasp is that, unlike the Black Panthers, with their cocktails with Leonard Bernstein on the upper West Side, and the champagne soaked soirees at the Turtle Bay Club hosted for international cutthroats like Yasser Arafat, these murderers of the present, the recent graduates of Salman Pak, can't be bought for the price of a nice pinot grigio and Dover sole served in a Tribeca loft to the accompaniment of the latest diaphanous Frederick's models, glitzy fast-talking politicians with perfect hair and an amplified sub-woofer with an excellent crossover network. No, guys and gals, this latest crop of death dealers are stone cold kamikaze killers.
I'm also sure that few Democrats today recall the trouble we've had with kamikazes, those poorly trained but ideologically motivated Japanese pilots who wreaked havoc with the Pacific fleet in the waning days of World War II. From late 1944 until the surrender of 1945, kamikazes sank some 30 warships, including aircraft carriers, damaged some 300 more and killed thousands of sailors and airmen. We quickly found that the only way to defeat kamikazes was to either destroy them on the ground before they could take off, shoot them down on the way to their target, or to blast them to pieces as they neared the ship they had chosen to strike. Look at some of the old combat footage of the a sky full of tracers, studded with the black puffs of flak and the suicide pilot boring in just same and you'll see what I mean.
And that's just what we have to do with today's kamikazes, those homicide bombers striding into their targets, operating as human guided missiles, loaded with semtex explosives, and studded with ball bearings for maximum effect, or ditto to the same guy toting a suitcase full of germs or phosgene gas or worse. We have to either capture or destroy them in their nests, on the way to the target or blow them to pieces before they can self detonate. It is not pretty, it is not cocktail talk, but it is the truth and it has to be recognized as such for our survival.
And it is this very truth that the Democrats, the major news networks and the NY Times, and its satellite newspapers, are hiding from. It is this dose of reality which puts the lie to their propaganda about "foreign fighters," "freedom fighters," "insurgents," and the like. They are the kamikazes of this new age of terror, yet they require the same tactics we used in 1945 if we are to win. Cocktails and caviar, co-opting them, and interminable conversations will not take them out, but only prolong the fight.
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